1882 I'll collect her corpse and kill you while I'm at it!

Murong Mian's thoughts were simple. Either you kill her, or I kill you!

Either you don't touch her at all, or else ... I'll make you regret it.

As he was about to reach the place, he made a few calls.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of an ordinary house. He pushed the door open and walked in.

This was the place where Ms. Jones had locked up Ms. Murong. There were many residents living in the area. According to normal thinking, this was not a good place to hide people, but...She did it. And the people he sent to find her did not come here.

There was a basement in the room. Murong Mian walked around the room and found the entrance.

The long and narrow staircase was dark and damp. It was like a path leading to the dark depths of one's heart. The deeper you went, the more dirty your heart was.

Murong Mian didn't expect the stairs to be so long. The dim light bulbs on the wall could only light up an inch below her feet. With every step she took, she could hear the sound of her own footsteps echoing in her ears. It was a strange and creepy sound.

She finally reached the end and saw light. Murong Mian could smell the faint smell of blood even before she saw anyone.

Murong Mian heard Mrs. Jones 'laughter."Wenshan, I told you he's back. Your ... Good son, he's here to save you."

Murong Mian finally saw her. Mrs. Jones was still dressed elegantly and was sitting on a luxurious European style sofa. Mrs. Murong was no longer hung up. She was lying in a large glass container. The most frightening thing was that a few snakes and unknown bugs were crawling around her body.

No one knew if Madam Murong was alive or dead. Murong Mian's hands were in her pockets. Her eyes were cold, and her expression was so calm that not a single ripple could be seen on her face. Even when he saw that scene, there was no change in his expression.

"If you want to release me, then release me. If you want to kill me, then kill me as soon as possible. I don't have time to waste with you," he said indifferently.

Mrs. Jones laughed."Hahaha, Wenshan, listen to what your son is saying. You tried so hard to make your bastard the Crown Prince of the Murong family, and now you're in trouble. He doesn't even want to look at you."

Murong Mian's cold gaze swept across Madam Murong's face. There were several wounds on her face, but the bleeding had stopped. Her eyes were closed. If one looked closely, they would see that her body was trembling. Two bugs were crawling over her face.

Murong Mian's hands in her pockets slowly clenched.

Suddenly, Madam Murong, who was lying inside, opened her eyes and called out weakly,""Go, Landy, go ... Don't worry about me, don't worry about this bitch ..."

Her eyes were bloodshot and there were traces of blood at the corner of her eyes. She looked at Murong Mian with determination in her eyes.

Murong Mian's face was still as still as a statue, without any extra expression.

"Oh, you're still strong," Mrs. Jones said disdainfully."You're not scared to death yet. Tsk, tsk. What a good mother. It's a pity that I'm not a good son."

"You guys hid it so well. Even when Murong Zhihong died, he didn't know that his son had already died. Murong Mian, your mother was so good to you. Are you going to watch her die?"

Murong Mian's lips curled up. "What else?" she asked. Do you really have to agree to your conditions for her sake?"

"You're still acting with me?" Mrs. Jones sneered."If you really don't care about her, why are you here?"

"I'm here to collect your corpse, and ... Kill you,"Murong Mian replied.